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 And skyrin tartan trews, man,

in the teeth they dar'd our whige,

And covenant true blues, man;

lines extended lang and large,

bayonets oppos'd the large,

thousands hasten'd to the charge,

Highland wrath they frae the charge,

ew blades o' death, till out o' breath,

They fled like frighted doos, man.

now, deil Tam, can that be true?

The chace gaed frae the north, man;

w myself they did pursue

The horsemen back to Forth man:

d at Dunblane in my ain sight

took the brig wi' a' their might,

straught to Stirling winged their flight;

cursed lot! the gates were 'shut;

mony a huntit poor red coat,

fear awaist did swarf, man,"

sister Kate cam up the gate,

Wi' crowdie unto me, man;

swore sho saw some rebels run,

Perth unto Dundee, man:

ir left-hand general had nae skill,

Angus lads had mae good-will,